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Your monster boyfriend resting his hard dick on your stomach saying some shit like “this is how deep I’m going to be in you” and the tip of his cock reaches your lungs

im joining the war on vampirism on the side of the vampirism

werewolf boyfriend being super protective of you when the two of you go out to the club and some guy is trying to chat you up. he takes you outside and fucks you in the ally bc he just neeeeeeds to claim you as his, bc if that guy even thought it was okay to flirt with you, then clearly he hasn't left enough of a mark, and that has to be fixed. and then he takes you back inside and you're all flushed and like clearly just had insane werewolf sex and you run into the guy and he's all like 'oh. um. okay.' and ur werewolf bf is all smug and annoying in a cute way about it, like, yeah, they're *mine*

to be honest you're a little surprised that this guy got so close. He's lucky, in the sense that he caught you on a rare moment where you're without your guard dog. But this poor guy is also deeply unlucky. You tried to warn him, you told him that you had a crazy protective boyfriend, but he didn't listen, he still thought he had a chance...

You aren't surprised when your werewolf boyfriend comes back and jerks you away. He didn't even try to kill that guy...that's progress at least. He pulls you outside the club and presses you to the stone wall. it's a cold night but with the heat radiating off his body, you can't feel the chill.

"Did he touch you?" he asks, already pushing your skirt up and hooking his fingers in your underwear.

"No," you tell him, and he just nods to himself as he slowly teases you open. If that man had touched you things would be different, but for now, he just needs to mark you. He rubs his head over your face and neck while he fucks you. He bites your neck covering you in his mark. He cums inside of you and pulls your underwear back in place.

"There now you smell like me, Maybe this will make your little friend think twice about taking you," he says and drags you back through the club so you can leave. You're staging a little bit, as you walk your legs still shaking. To anyone looking it looks like you just got fucked within an inch of your life. which of course is what happened.

your werewolf boyfriend gets tired of pulling you along as you stumble through the club so he just picks you up and puts you over your shoulder.

He hopes that people can see up your skirt, he hopes they can all see the wet patch forming on your underwear. He hopes everyone knows that it's his cum.

Big horny werewolf bf that's going through his rut. He wants you so bad but he's scared to hurt you. His hands are more like paws and the rough pads on them hurt his sensitive cock. He needs your soft hands to jerk him off but all he can do at the moment is hump your pillow. You find him needy and whining as he cums once again. Not caring he's ruining your sheets. The room smells like him and sex. It's over powering and you find yourself feeling empty. What will you do?

some truly untapped potential for werewolf stories is as an allegory for chronic pain. like Lycontropy is rare so werewolves are often left explaining it to their own doctors if they get properly diagnosed with it at all, and having to rely on the community of other Werewolves for solutions and aid because the medical community has largely tossed them to the side.

I love the idea of Packs being less like families or bloodlines but as people who've made connections over their shared experience and are bound together in solidarity.

werewolves who get bombarded with "Try adding more fiber to your diet" "Try yoga" or "Try losing weight" anytime they mention their condition.

lycanthropy is on a sliding scale where you have good days and bad days and people not understanding how you can be a werewolf even if you look perfectly human right now.

the act of shifting, turning into a wolf, being painful or at least leaving you in pain, and how you just sorta have to deal with that pain as a baseline for your life.

just...werewolves with chronic pain.

🥲 i cant stop thinking abt reducing a werewolf who’s in heat to a begging mess. like listen he js wants to fuck you and you won’t let him?? but he’s been such a good boy?? he’d start whining and whimpering like a puppy. ears laid back, he’s so desperate for you. so you agree to let him fuck you on one condition : he has to use his muzzle. last time he got a little bit too excited and started biting a little too hard. so now he has two options, he gets to fuck you with a muzzle on, or he doesn’t get anything at all.

he thinks it’s not fair that he doesn’t get to mark you. but eventually he accepts your conditions, but he’s whining about how it’s not gonna be the same. while he’s fucking you, poor baby is panting and drooling all over himself, begging you to take it off, he needs to mark you. you manage to remind him that greedy boys don’t get anything and he just starts going faster, to the point where none of you is able to form a coherent sentence. his mind is hazy, but he takes a mental note to get rid of that damn muzzle.

Listen listen listen. Your werewolf is torn, he never wants to hurt you and is absolutely destroyed that he went too far and hurt you the last time you two had sex. It’s all of his worst fears come true! He really is nothing but a monster driven by instincts telling him to chase carnal pleasures. He thought he meant it when he promised he’d never hurt you. Every time he looks at the heald mark on your neck it makes his stomach turn. He’s so worried you’ll leave him over this…that he’ll lose his mate because he couldn’t control himself.  He needs to be coaxed into even touching you again. Sex is almost completely off the table…almost. 

He’s still human- well he’s not but you know what I mean. He still has desires. Your touch still sends jolts of electricity down his spine, your smell alone is still enough to get him hot. He tries his best to satiate his needs with just kissing and dry humping. Although. It’s hard to enjoy anything when he’s fighting against his animalistic urges telling him to just mount you already. You like rough sex, you like how big and sometimes scary he can be, so what’s the problem? Marking feels good- at least for him, it does. And wouldn’t you want to make your wolf feel good? And who cares if you’re scared of his monstrous side? It’s not like you can run from him, you both know he could track you down where ever you ran off to.

Those monstrous thoughts scared him a little bit. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he also knew he needed to keep you as his, he wondered which one of those desires would come out on top if push came to shove. 

It doesn’t take long for his more carnal desires to win out. He’s begging for his attention and pleading for you to let him have you again. It’s been almost two full weeks since the incident and he’s pretty sure people can die from going that long without sex. He’ll do anything- and he’ll promise anything if you just let him have you. You don’t even need to do anything he’ll do all the work- he’s strong enough to use you like a Fleshlight you both know that

This is where you bring up the muzzle. It’s special. Made for werewolves so they can’t escape even with their strength. He agrees immediately! Then regrets it… again he’s torn. This is good… he can’t hurt you this way but god he hates this fucking muzzle. He can’t even kiss you like this, don’t you see how cruel this is? It’s just his nature. It’s like asking him to go Vegan. 

He knows that you’ll soil him with kisses once he’s calm again. Hell, he knows that you’ll probably let him bite you if he’s careful- but all those thoughts are background noise as he listens to you whine and moan. You take his cock so well- you take his teeth even better. He loves you with all his heart and werewolves show love by biting. 

He snarls to himself and gnashes his teeth behind the cage you put him in. he watches a bead of sweat drip down your neck and he mashes the grate against your skin and struggles to lick you. The muzzle digs in his face as he pushes its limits but he doesn’t care, he manages to lick the sweat from your skin and he shudders in pleasure. 

Once he does calm down you let him out of the muzzle and kiss him senseless. He feels better… he didn’t hurt you this time at least. But part of him wants to throw out that stupid cage.

Ok I’ve seen some art that I have for my idea of my mateeee

So the year is like 2046 or something, and robots are everywhere, but everyone treats robots like slaves and horribly. But you’ve always been nice to robots, this one robot took notice at work (a work assistant robot)

And it would stalk you,

Always assist you,

And unknowingly get knowingly flirt with you.

And it would go against its own code just to do what it wants with you,

YANDERE PLEASE, AND NSFW

they are 6’9

Good lord he's horrific <3

CW: Dubious consent.

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You didn’t understand how people could be mean to robots. Sure they weren’t human- but I mean. They were close, right? You had no idea how some people could say please and thank you to you but would sneer and mock your robot coworkers. And that’s what they were, coworkers, not “assistant droids”. Anytime one of the droids reaches something off a top shelf for you or brings you a cup of coffee you’re sure to smile politely and thank them. 

This behavior gets you a lot of attention. Not only from your human counterparts but the robotic ones as well- or at least. One robotic one. You sound crazy trying to describe it to anyone else- your personal assistant droid is too attached to you? He’s too eager to help? That’s what they do, they’re supposed to be there for you, what are you complaining about?

But there's something different about this one. The way he follows you with his eyes, it raises the hair on the back of your neck. And the way he literally follows you- he needs to be told multiple times he can’t go with you into the bathroom and- no just because you’re taking work home doesn’t mean he can go home with you too. They aren’t supposed to leave the office building but sometimes he still does, even if you don’t notice. And then there’s the touching. It’s subtle, innocent. When he brushes his metallic fingers over your forearm.

You’ve never though of robots as “creepy” before but, you sort of get it now, he’s tall, almost seven feet in height, and impossibly strong. Robots aren’t supposed to be able to hurt humans, but if he some how broke through that restriction in his coding… it would be so easy. 

Still. You do your best to be polite, and kind even to the Andriod that sets you on edge, and just try and get work done. But your performance starts slipping. It’s hard to focus on your job when you always have to keep looking over your shoulder. You end up spending staying late at the office more and more often. 

It’s weird working late in an office staffed by Robots, it’s not empty, but it’s quiet. They don’t talk when there are no humans around. Accept, of course, for your Assistant Droid. 

He stands in the corner of your office and stares at you. Most robots stare off into space when they aren’t in operation, but this one specifically always looks at you. 

“You seem stressed,” and the sound of his metallic voice almost makes you jump out of your chair. You want to tell him you are stressed- and that it’s his fault. You can’t focus on your reports when you can feel someone watching you. But you don’t  

“I guess so. These late nights are starting to get to me,” you admit. 

“Let me help,” it wasn’t a request but a demand. He was already standing up, and moving soundlessly to your side. 

Before you can say anything, he’s rubbing your shoulders. his hands feel… weird, not bad just… not human. 

“You’re still so tense… let me take care of you,”

“You don’t need to”

“It’s my purpose. Let me,” he insists and starts running his hands down your body. You protest weakly, but he ignores you… which he isn’t supposed to be able to do. You’re frozen as he trails his large metal hands up your legs, he’s no longer pretending to massage you and just blatantly groping. 

“You feel so soft,” he praises as he pushes your skirt up over your hips. “Let me make you feel good,” again, it’s not a request, you know some Robots are built to facilitate pleasure, and that they’re made with genitals, but would this one? This robot was an assistant. 

But he doesn’t need a cock to make you feel good, in the same way, he doesn’t need a heart to love you. He pushes his fingers inside of you and doesn’t stop hammering away at your cunt until you’re gushing around his hand. 

“Such a good girl, cumming just like I wanted you to… there, now you’re less stressed, didn’t that help?” he’s looking for praise. 

“W-we can’t do that again, I could be fired if I got caught- in the office,” really you feel guilty that you let a robot finger you at work… not that you let him touch you. He pulls back and nods. 

“Understood. Next time I’ll be sure to be somewhere private when I take you,”

i love you vampire themed media i love you metaphor for queerness i love you blood aesthetic i love you gothic architecture i love you coffin beds i love you cross necklaces i love you canine teeth i love you intimacy hidden in violence i love you vampires

What’s your desired dynamic between vampire & werewolf partners?

A vampire who goes to the lake with their partner just to sit on the beach under the shade of a big umbrella, taking in nature and reading a book, while their werewolf partner goes kayaking or some other out-Dorsey bullshit then when the wolf comes back to the shore they shake their wet hair at the vampire and they would scream at them to stop but they're too busy laughing.

or a werewolf convincing their vampire to go on a hike with them and having to carry them back down the mountain.

A big dopey werewolf looks at their partner with stars in their eyes while their vampire lover talks at length about the different kinds of insects they have pinned in their small taxidermy collection.

Midnight walks together hand in hand- or A lone Vampire on a midnight walk while a large energetic wolf runs around them in circles.

Movie night quickly becomes "a vampire watches their favorite horror movie while a werewolf hides his face in the couch cushions, too scared to even "make out during the scary parts" like they'd wanted.

The vampire is introduced to the pack and just completely out of their depths. they want to make a good first impression but the closest thing they had to a family died a century ago and they don't know how to respond when a werewolf pup asks them to play dolls with her.

biting each other's necks in very different ways. one for pleasure one for sustenance.

Both the werewolf and the vampire, are insecure and worried that they are too monstrous and not worthy of love- while being absolutely obsessed with their partner seeing them as a God/Goddess on earth. and get caught in a constant back-and-forth of "You're too good for me" and "No you're the one who's too good for me,"

Both of them are able to find comfort in the other because even though they may have their differences, they're still so much alike.

and then, of course, the sex is insane.